Three Times The Knockin' Boots: A Why Choose Romance (Dirty Coyote Series Book 6)

Jackson 11

I poured the steaming coffee into her mug while she held it, then poured some into mine. I added my allotment of milk. Didn’t need to add sugar because I’d already added beet sugar to the pot whenever I made the coffee in the morning. Not a lot. Just enough to cut that bitter coffee bite.

She added milk and sugar, then I escorted her onto the large wooden deck out back where we had a view of the surrounding rolling hills covered in row after row of grapevines. “I think this is better than the kitchen, don’t you?”

This was early August, so all the vines were heavy with grapes that ripened in the sunshine. I didn’t know much about the other times of year here in wine country, but this was sure pretty, and the weather seemed perfect.

“Absolutely. This place is amazing, Jackson,” she said as she curled up on a wicker chair, pulling her legs up, then wrapping her free arm around her knees. She placed her mug down on the end table next to her, while I sat on the sofa on the other side of that same end table.

“Yeah, it’s pretty nice. I’m still getting used to it. This is the best place we’ve ever lived in as far as comforts and views. Hope your room is comfortable.”

“It’s perfect, and so is my bed. Haven’t even looked at the other room yet or thought about what I should do with it. All that aside…” She sipped her coffee, then perched the cup on her knees, still holding onto it. “What did you want to tell me?”

“Here’s the thing… I don’t know if I can share you. I don’t know how you feel about me, but after what we shared when we were together, I, well, seeing how you enjoyed kissing Dion, and the fact you probably had sex with him this morning, I’m having problems with all that. Having another man touch you, love on you, kiss you, even if he is my best friend. This is tough for me. I don’t like to share anything: food, guitars, bathrooms, you name it, and sharing you with another guy… it’s not part of who I am. It’s enough that I share a stage with those two clowns, and this house, much less a woman… especially you. I have deep feelings for you, Mindy. I know it’s too soon, but I can’t help what my heart feels, and well… I…” My voice hitched, and I knew I was in deep shit.

She stood and came over to me. “Hey. Hey, big guy. What’s going on? There’s something else here that you’re not sharing.”

She sat next to me, tucked her head onto my shoulder, and ran her hand across my chest. I couldn’t help but slow down from her touch. My thoughts had been racing, but Mindy’s touch worked like some sort of drug on my aching soul, and I couldn’t help but slide down to rest my head on the back of the sofa. She pulled her legs up and tucked them over mine. Damn if she didn’t smell good and didn’t feel good resting her gorgeous body on mine.

“There is, and it’s something I should’ve gotten over years ago. Something I should’ve worked out with a shrink, but I didn’t. Instead, I held it inside like most of my other shit. It only comes out when something hits me over the head, and I’m expected to react like a normal person. Instead, I either run or find a way to avoid the hurt. Neither of those things will benefit me in this situation, so here I am, trying to find a way to work it all out with you. And I have to tell you, I don’t think this situation stands a chance in hell of resolving itself.”

She nestled in even tighter, and my dick reacted even though this wasn’t the time to think about sex. My dick didn’t care. Still, I managed to keep my lusty self under control.

“Why don’t you start at the beginning, Jackson. We don’t have anywhere to go. We’ve got the entire day. I don’t have to be out of my apartment until next weekend, so spill. Lay it on me. Who knows? I could help.”

I hesitated for a couple of minutes, but she didn’t push me. We sat there, gazing out at the view, like we were as content as kittens lying in the sun.

I began, “When I was fourteen years old and a sophomore in high school, a new girl, Carol Myers, dropped into my class. We were a rural school, with only about a hundred kids in the entire high school, so when somebody new came in, we all noticed right away. From the first time I saw her, it was instant love. The dimple in her left cheek when she smiled, her deep-blue eyes… you have her eyes. That’s why this is so hard for me… I don’t know… anyway, she had beautiful long, auburn hair and a laugh that sent chills down my spine. I was dumbstruck and did everything I could to get her to notice me.”

“Awe, this is so sweet, but what are you getting at?”

I gazed at her. “I thought you said we had all day?”

She stared at me for a moment. “You’re right. I’m sorry. Go on.”

Then she kissed my cheek, and all I wanted to do was carry her up to my bedroom and lock the door.

I reminded myself… there were two other guys in this house who also wanted to take her up to their bedrooms and lock the door. Or they wanted all three of us to join her in her bedroom. Either way, these scenarios weren’t working in my favor.

“Eventually, after some heavy stalking, we became friends, and I thought the natural progression of things would lead us to become boyfriend and girlfriend. That didn’t happen. I was a bumbling, awkward teen back then, with no experience when it came to girls. Instead, she fell for my best friend Jerry. He was the smooth charmer type who knew exactly what to say and how to act. Carol couldn’t help herself. She fell for him from the first time we all sat together at a ball game. What made it even worse, she would ask me for pointers on how to make him like her even more.”

The sting of that situation still burned in my gut, even after all these years. Probably why I never fell in love before… at least until I met Mindy.

“I’m so sorry, Jackson. That must’ve been hell.”

“Worse than hell. I was dying inside. Jerry and I had been friends since first grade. We did everything together. I wanted to hate him, but I couldn’t. He was my best friend and, at times, my only friend. Anyway, they dated for that entire school year, and when summer rolled around, and I turned fifteen, Jerry went to visit his grandparents for three weeks. Carol and her family went on a road trip to somewhere. I don’t remember their exact destination, but I was all alone for those three weeks, bored out of my mind. So, with nothing to do, I picked up my dad’s old guitar and taught myself how to play. It focused my mind away from the girl of my dreams and my best friend.”

“Was that the first time you played?”

“Yeah, and I’ve been playing guitar ever since. Can play the keyboard as well. And a little steel guitar when it’s needed.”

“Then something good came out of that downtime away from your best friend and the girl of your dreams.”

I had never connected the two. I didn’t know why. Maybe I never wanted to think about that summer, so I shoved everything away, even the good part.

“You could say that, yes. But something tragic came out of it as well.”

“I’m here, Jackson. Like I said, we have all the time in the world.”

The way she looked up at me with those big, blue eyes sparkling in the sunshine, I couldn’t help but kiss her. A warm kiss that took my breath away. When we pulled apart, we stared at each other for a few moments, as I ran my hand over her cheek and tangled my fingers in her hair.

Damn it all to hell, but I had it bad for this woman.

“When I first heard about the accident Carol and her parents had been in, I didn’t think much of it. I was a kid. Nothing bad had ever happened to anyone I cared about. I hadn’t even lost a grandparent yet. My life was perfect, so I let the whole thing slide right off my back. The way I had it figured, they all had a few bumps and bruises. Nothing that was life threatening. And besides, they’d come home early now that their car was banged up. Of course, that wasn’t the case. In the next couple of days, I learned that not only were her parents banged up pretty badly, but Carol was in critical condition in some hospital a thousand miles away. They were all a thousand miles away. As soon as I heard this news, I wanted to go to that hospital, but my parents wouldn’t let me and rightly so. Still, I wish I had figured out a way to get there.”

I was amazed that I could even get the story out. I’d never told anyone about it before, at least not in detail.

“Oh, Jackson, this is so sad,” she whispered, her voice hitched, and I knew without looking at her that her emotions were getting the best of her, as they were for me as well. “You were only fifteen. Your parents were right to keep you home, but I can appreciate how you felt and still feel about not being able to get to her.”

Mindy ran her hand across my chest and kissed my cheek again, making me feel safe. Like I could tell her anything, and she’d understand.

I was silent for a few minutes, trying to build up the courage to tell her the rest of the story. She didn’t push me or ask me any questions. We just sat there, listening to the birds sing in the trees, feeling the warm sun on our skin as a slight breeze brushed against our faces. I could’ve sat there like that with her for days, but instead, I started talking again.

“About a week later, her parents came home. I met them as they were getting out of the car, a car I’d never seen before. I think a relative picked them up from the airport. When I saw just her parents get out of the car, I looked around for Carol, thinking she must be lying down in the backseat. When I approached the car, she wasn’t there. Her parents were holding onto each other as they walked away from the car, and I approached them to ask about Carol. That’s when they told me that she didn’t make it. That she had died. Her mother sobbed, and her dad tried his best to console her, but it was useless. I just stood there and watched everyone go into the house and close the door. I… um… I didn’t know what to do with myself. Didn’t know what to think or where to go. I kept wishing it couldn’t be true. That it couldn’t be happening. That things like this didn’t happen in my world. That’s when I sat on the sidewalk and bawled.”

Tears flowed down my cheeks, and I realized I hadn’t really cried over Carol since that day. Not that I was bawling like I had that afternoon, but enough so I had to wipe my eyes a couple of times.

Before I could get them wiped away, Mindy climbed up in my lap and wiped them away for me, then she kissed each of my eyes, and, when our salty lips met, I knew she’d been crying too. I pulled her in tighter, and the love I felt for her at that moment engulfed me and terrified me at the same time.

What if something happened to Mindy? What if I allowed this love to engulf me, and she left me? I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t live another day without her.

Then, as if she could hear my fears, she said, “I’m not going anywhere, Jackson. I’m here for as long as we care about each other… for as long as we love each other. Trust me.”

I felt all my defenses melting away. As if I could finally move on and find love again… real adult love this time, with someone who would love me back.

She slid off my lap, stood in front of me, and reached out for my hand. “C’mon. Let me love on you.”

I didn’t hesitate this time. Didn’t second guess my feelings or hers. I followed her, as she guided me through the house and up the stairs. Dion and Arlo were waiting at the top. My instinct was to tell them to disappear, but I didn’t. Instead, they followed us into her bedroom, and, this time, I wanted them to.

NOBODY SAID A word, as I helped Mindy get out of her clothes, and she helped me out of mine. Arlo and Dion just watched, and I was okay with it. Truth—I wanted them to watch. Wanted my two best friends to watch me make love to our girl, which they were fine with.

We didn’t waste time with any kind of foreplay. She knew I didn’t want that. Instead, we crawled onto the bed, discarded the blankets, and I kissed her while I pressed my naked body against hers. I slid off to the side for a moment, wanting to make sure she was ready for my thick cock. I slid my hand over her firm, round breasts and down her silky-smooth skin until I stopped on her soaked pussy. She instantly moved her legs up and let them fall open, giving Dion and Arlo the perfect view. I found myself helping with that view as I fingered her, plunging one, then two fingers deep inside her, while I rotated my thumb over her sweet clit. I didn’t try to hide my actions or shield her pussy from their view. Instead, I helped them get the best view possible, by never hiding anything I did to her.

“That feels so good,” she muttered in a low voice. Her hips moving with my every touch.

“I’ve got something that will feel even better,” I told her, as a devious grin spread across her beautiful lips.

I heard Dion let out a heavy sigh, and I knew the guy was hurting. Arlo kept fidgeting as he stood right next to the bed, watching, breathing hard, rubbing his own cock under his jeans.

I allowed myself to gaze over at them for a moment, and I found that I didn’t hate them. Didn’t envy them or think it was weird they were watching. Knowing they were close only heightened my arousal. My dick was so hard and ready for her, I didn’t think I could hold off much more.

She slid up on the bed, while I got into position, sitting back on my legs, holding my rock-hard cock, while she tipped her hips up, with her feet resting high up on my thighs.

“You have such a beautiful pussy. I love how it feels and how wet you are,” I told her, not caring if the guys heard me and thought I sounded corny. It was how I felt. I couldn’t seem to get enough of her, of thrusting my fingers deep inside her, of rubbing on her clit. I’d thought we would simply fuck, but her body excited me too much to want to forego everything else.

“This is way over the top for me, Jackson. This is fantasy stuff,” she mumbled, staring into my eyes.

“And what’s your fantasy, Mindy? Tell me what it is, and I’ll try to fulfill it… we all will.”

It was the first time I felt comfortable enough to stand the guys touching her or kissing on her while I did the same. Something changed in me since I confessed my past to her. Like I realized it was okay to move on… with Mindy… to love her… to accept that Dion and Arlo also loved her.

“First, fuck me, Jackson. Make it hard and fast but don’t come yet.”

“I think I can do that,” I told her as I slid my cock up and down her wet slit.

“Then I want Dion and Arlo. I want all three of you in my bed. I don’t want anything to come between you three ever again… especially not me. I want to be part of this threesome and make it a foursome. Is that all right with you, Jackson? We’re all here for you.”

I sat back again on my legs, allowing myself to feel all the love in the room. I could never let it in before. Always had a wall up. Couldn’t tear it down. Wouldn’t tear it down… until now.

“Yeah,” Dion said, slapping my shoulder. “We’re in this thing together, buddy.”

“Together,” Arlo said, as he climbed up on the bed, his naked self only inches from the woman I was about to fuck.

“Oh man,” I heard Dion say, as he quickly stepped out of his jeans and boxers, freeing that big dick of his. I watched Mindy’s face as three thick and heavy dicks surrounded her. Watched to see if we made her flinch or think twice about this plural business, but she didn’t. Instead, she reached out and pumped Arlo’s cock, while she swirled her tongue around Dion’s crown.

Seeing that only made me want her more, and when I plunged my cock deep inside her, the sensations shot through my body like a firestorm. I let out a roar so loud, it rumbled the bed.

“Holy shit, big guy. That didn’t sound human,” Dion said, snickering.

“Can you do that onstage? Our fans will love it!” Arlo said.

I pumped her hard and fast and let out an even louder roar.

“That’s it! Just like that!” Dino said. “We need to record that.”

“I’m fucking my girl here, not making music,” I told them as they kept talking. This wasn’t how I imagined this plural thing would go. I thought we’d all be into the moment, not auditioning for our next performance.

“It feels like music to me,” Mindy said. Then she let out her own deep roar right before she took Dino’s cock down her throat.

“If this is what it’s going to be like when we’re all in bed together, I don’t know if this is a viable way to have sex,” I told them, as I enjoyed how Mindy’s pussy clamped down on my cock while I was inside her. “All this talking… all this talking shouldn’t be happening.”

Mindy twisted her head and took Arlo’s cock into her mouth, and I wanted to roar again just watching her, but I held back this time. She did this while she pumped Dino’s cock.

“My God, woman, you’re incredible!” Dino muttered, low and deep.

“Maybe we should record your sex voice, Dino,” I told him, while I buried myself deeper and deeper inside Mindy.

“Look at you recommending what we should record,” Arlo said, then sucked in air, like he was enjoying what was happening to his dick. “Fuck, but you feel good, darlin’!” He scraped her hair back off her face, to get a better view of her mouth.

Things were getting intense for me now, and if I didn’t pull back, I’d come real soon. “Sorry, baby girl, but if we keep going, I’ll come, and you told me that you didn’t want me to.”

I slid out of her, and she allowed Arlo’s cock to fall out of her mouth. Without even a moment’s hesitation, Arlo moved over to my position and slid his wet cock inside her without any problem at all.

“That’s better,” she mumbled right before she took Dino into her mouth again.

“That’s my girl,” he told her. “Take it all.”

And she did, without gagging. I watched as I sat near Arlo and pumped my cock.

“This is so fucking hot,” I whispered.

“What did you say?” Arlo asked, as he drilled her.

“I said, this is so fucking hot!”

“So… so, you’re okay with this now?” Dino asked.

“Yeah, I’m okay with it. I’m more than okay with it,” I told him as I crawled up on the bed, then ran my hands over her breasts. She instantly arched her back. “You like that, huh?”

She couldn’t talk, but I knew she was enjoying it, so not only did I massage her breasts, but I took one of her nipples in my mouth and sucked it hard. Then I took the other one and went back and forth for a while.

She then backed away from Dion’s cock, reached for my face, and we kissed. I didn’t even hesitate. I thought I wouldn’t like the fact that she’d just been sucking on cock, but it didn’t matter to me. Her mouth felt warm on mine, and when our tongues touched, another fire raced through me. When we broke the kiss, I ran my thumb around her lips, then slid it inside her mouth so she could suck on it, like she’d just been doing to Dino’s cock. It was so hot, my balls hurt.

“She’s coming,” Arlo said, as he slowed for her pleasure.

She let out a few of her own roars and a few high-pitched moans as she climbed that mountain for her own release. It was beautiful to watch, which we all did. She shuddered, then went tense for a moment and shuddered again, then again.

After that, things got serious, just like I imagined they would.

“I haven’t fucked without a condom in so long, I’d forgotten how good this feels,” Arlo said. I knew if he didn’t slow down, he would come soon. I saw it in his face and heard it in his raspy voice. “Oh, fuck!”

And there it was… Arlo grunted, and his body stiffened as he shot his wad inside her. I couldn’t stop watching as it happened. It was truly amazing to watch, and when he finished, I didn’t hesitate about taking her. But this time, I flipped her on her stomach and slapped her round ass a few times while she begged for more, then plunged inside of her as deep and as hard as I could.

It didn’t take long before I reached my own orgasm and roared out my pleasure, while our bodies slapped together, rocking not only each other but the bed under us. I had no idea where Dino was in all of this, nor did I care. All I could think of was how good she felt and how much I loved her.

I saw stars and moons when I closed my eyes and released everything I had into her. I swore the entire universe shook from the force of it, and when I finally slid out of her, and she let out her own pleasure moan, I knew that whatever happened from this moment forward, none of us would look at relationships the same ever again.